Page 42 of Ruthless Vengeance
I laugh softly as I bring my hand out from beneath the sheet to cup him around the back of his neck, keeping him in place so I can deepen the kiss. “That’s a lot of scheduling.”
“Then I guess it’s a good thing I own my own business.” He claims my mouth once more.
A sigh escapes my lips as he strokes his tongue against mine, but before I can convince him to put his tongue to good use elsewhere, he pulls away.
“It’ll be worth the wait, I promise.” Marco chuckles as he strokes his thumb along my lower lip.
I roll my eyes, trying not to pout like a spoiled brat at his refusal to get back into bed.
But can he really blame me when he looks so damn sexy in all black?
For once, I’m grateful that Zoe is asleep in her crib in the next room so that once Marco leaves, I can spend some time alone, indulging in my fantasies…
As Marco grabs his keys and wallet off the dresser, a question pops into my head.
I sit up in bed and wrap the sheet around myself as I try to summon the courage to ask Marco for a favor. My cheeks flood with heat.
“At some point…uh…would it be okay for you to maybe order me some more sewing supplies?”
Marco pauses, a frown appearing between his eyebrows.
For a moment, I’m scared he’s going to be mad at me, but then he leaves the room without saying a single word.
“Marco? I’m sorry, I…” What am I doing asking him to pay for stuff for me?
But just as quickly as he left, he appears again with a laptop tucked under his arm. “Order whatever you like, love.” He hands me the laptop before reaching into his pocket for his wallet and pulling out his black Amex card.
I hold the card in front of me, admiring the sleekness of it.
Really? It’s that easy?
“You might regret that.”
Marco bends down, placing a hand on either side of me so I’m caged inside his arms.
“I could never regret something that makes you happy.” He kisses me one last time.
Unfortunately for me,Zoe wakes up almost immediately after Marco leaves, so I put my solo activity on hold and head next door to feed her.
After getting us both ready for the day, I bring Zoe downstairs into the living room so she can have some independent play time.
I lay her down on her playmat before settling myself on the couch with a cup of coffee and Marco’s laptop.
I hum to myself as the browser loads, my thoughts already drifting to all of the soft velvets and silks I’m about to add to my cart.
I want to make a few more matching dresses for Holly and Zoe but in more autumnal colors, which I don’t have many of. But that also means I need to buy the thread to match as well as more safety pins and maybe even some matching ribbon for hair bows…
At first, I stay focused on the task at hand.
Zoe babbles away to herself as she plays, and I periodically glance down to make sure she hasn’t tossed half of her toys across the room.
But while I’m searching through the countless types of ribbon, an ad for a fashion course pops up in the sidebar, and I freeze.
I stare at it, transfixed by the wordsApply Now.
It’s as if they’re taunting me, dangling a dream I once had right in front of my nose.
A dream I thought was long gone, but now…
